Cars were driving past, and as he raised his head to focus on the church where he’d kissed her before the fatal leap across the road, his lips tightened. Stupid. So stupid. Pausing for a moment before he headed to his car, he noticed the store of the Remington sisters was closed. Jackie was probably still at the hospital, he reckoned, and Amy, thinking she was eighteen again, would probably not be back for a little while. Guiltily, he stared in through the dark display windows at the clothes on display. He knew how hard the twins had worked to open this store. His pop had told him everyone and his little brother had warned them they were fighting a losing battle, opening a store on Main Street where all others had failed. People didn’t shop in town anymore, the convenience of the mall replacing the romance of strolling down Main Street, hand in hand with their loved ones. Ban cars altogether, he thought, and people would be forced to shop closer to home once again, and local business would thrive.
